Everything changes

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I grip harder

Desperate to hold on to the remnants

But they seep through the gaps of my fingers

And linger for just a moment

Like trails of smoke

Mocking me

I dig in

Desperate to save what is left

Of the world I know

But the sand shifts and gives way

Until there is little left

In my sweaty hands

But the desperate memory

Mocking me

I scramble

Desperate to back peddle

To a comfortable place

Among the familiar

But the trail is gone

The landmarks blurred

Dissolved into nothingness

Unreachable

Mocking me

I reach for the clock

Desperate to turn back

The hands of time

But the seconds tick on

And the ground continues to shift

And I doubt what I am sure of